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Aditi Khandelwal (December 27 1997)
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A Runaway
‘Is there a problem darling? ’
‘Just leave me alone mom! ’
She banged the door on her mom’s innocent blink
This was the home she wanted to run away from.
‘Look who’s here? ’
‘Oh! The Icky-Becky-Prickly-Stool! ’
She just wanted to run away. But where?
This was her nightmare, her school.
As the night fell, she ran away with a bag
Till she reached the station, she ran like stag
500km she came away from home
Now she really was alone.
She shared a house with an old woman
As a paying guest and got a job as packaging worker
Everyday she went to parties with a new man
Everyday she inched from her family further.
Realized she three years later
What a fool she was
Desire to go back was greater
As her parents must be sad, and she was the cause.
When she knocked, her father opened the door
‘Who are you? ’ he asked angrily
From sadness she fell on floor
But she was being treated fairly.
After he slammed the door shut
She went to their neighbor’s home
‘What are you doing here? ’ the neighbor burst
‘What is it with my dad, I was just thrown.’
‘So you don’t know? Your mother after you were gone
Died of shock and heart attack
Your dad was totally torn
Because love for family you lack.’
She sat down on the stairs
Her hand on her mouth is despair
She didn’t accept to be forgiven
For all the pain she had given.
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Beautiful poem, so rich and full of meaning :)
Beautiful heart touching poem. So often impulsive behavior is glorified and some children fall for that.
Aditi the poem is lovely. It is written with rich feel. Has the texture of raw naked life. It is real in appeal and unlike a composition which sits pretty on a well framed plastic or wooden bed. However as a subject opinion I do differ, not on the realisation of the lady in the poem, but on her treatment. This treatment is expected, it is what perhaps happens but that is not the definition of home. A home is one whose doors are always open. In india unfortunately the tendency of doors at homes are to be shut more for women then for sons. What if the character in your poem was a son, what if we went for 3 years, each night went out for parties with different divas, and after 3 years realised his mom and dad though with differences meant a world to him and returned. Do you think as a poet the door would be shut? God bless, you are a very deep writer.
...it nearly brought me to tears.....a wonderful write...
..a poem reflects the society of that era..this is exactly what is happening these days..
..all our pain dwarfs in front of the great sacrifices that our parents have made for us..we all need to understand that..and love and respect our parents...
..keep on writing such heart touching poems.. :)
Realized she three years later
What a fool she was
Desire to go back was greater
As her parents must be sad, and she was the cause.
when God given asylum we never feel it when we missed Him feel it
Mother is a Goddess father is more than it.... dedication of their life for us
Excellent..Aditi..Every child has to understand that how much pain parents took to raise them..Being sensitive towards parents is crucial
Jasimine Mans, who, like yourself, is a great contemporary poet, once said that poetry doesn't start until you are being honest. I cannot imagine more honesty in a poem than that which I find in yours. Believe me, for you, half the battle is already over. What a great beginning to what I'm sure will be a great poetic journey. Know now that you have one real and true fan forever Aditi.
So mature is your writing! This happens in our society.Very true picture you have depicted.
Cann't imagine how such a little girl can write such a beautiful touching poem. Gr8 work.. Keep it going.. hv a great day,
a very serene, and heart touching poem.
nice it was selected for p.o.d.the last para is really adorable.